Author: Loren Tres Title: Daily Squirt Part: 1 of 1 Summary: A squirt a day keeps the doctor away Keywords: Mf, Mg, cons, preg, inc, humor email: loren@lorentres.com Copyright 2010 by Loren Tres, all rights reserved. Do not copy, edit, republish, etc. -- Daily Squirt Loren Tres For my friend Kevin. Grandpa's truck was getting old, but it always got us where we needed to go. Then one day, it didn't. It started knocking, and it overheated almost before we could get it out of the driveway. "Darn it," Poppa exclaimed. "I can't afford me a new motor now!" He fiddled with the truck for a couple of hours in the barn, with me helping. I liked to help Poppa. He always smiled at me and told me how beautiful I was getting. No matter how much work we did, the truck still ran like an old gray mare ready for the glue factory. Finally, he gave up and called his best friend Kevin. Kevin was the only mechanic within fifty miles. Problem was; Kevin was looking at me more than he was looking at the dang truck. "You sure got you a fine looking little filly there, Tom," he said, leering at me as if he was a starving man and I was a juicy porterhouse steak. "Sure do," agreed Poppa, nodding his head and leering at me too. "Sure wish I had me a granddaughter or two, just like you do, Tom. I'd be giving her a horsey-ride on the old bean pole every chance I could! I'd be all over that sweet young thing like white on rice, like a..." "I get the idea," interrupted Poppa. "Oh, man, I want to squirt a load of baby-makers into Amy's sweet little pussy more than I want to breathe," offered Kevin, slurping up a bit of his drool and wiping the rest of it off on his sleeve. "What would it take to let me have a go?" "No fooling," chuckled Poppa. "Well Amy ain't even a teen `til next week. She's too damn young for you to be sticking your nasty old peter into her baby chamber and squirting the poor little girl full of babies." "Old enough to bleed is old enough to breed, I always say. In the old days, a girl her age was already married and a popping out babies. Besides, a man has to bring them up right while they're still young, so they know how to act grateful when he bones them. Tell you what, Tom..." "What, Kevin?" "You ought to toss this old truck on the scrap heap," grinned Kevin lasciviously. "You let me breed your sweet little girl, and I'll give you my four-wheel drive diesel crew cab truck. Course if you don't like the idea none, then I was just kidding." "You talking about the truck with the big ass tires?" "Yup." "And the cool radio?" "Yup." "And the big ass lights and the roll bars and the winch and the tow hitch and the fifth wheel?" "That's the one, excepting I get to keep the toolbox." The front of Kevin's pants was tenting as if someone shot an arrow between his legs, but Poppa's bulge was almost twice as big. I could see he was thinking about Kevin's offer. Poppa always loved to save some money, and he knew how much I - well, you'll see. "Gee, Kevin, how would you want to do this?" "Well, I'd probably have to give Amy a good rut, every night until she catches, excepting when she's bleeding," Kevin shrugged. "I'd have to keep squirting my spooge inside her until she misses her period, or until she passes a pregnancy test." "All right, Kevin. You drive that new truck over tomorrow, and if I like it, you can breed her until she catches." Kevin looked worried. "But what if she catches right away? Then I won't get to hump her none anymore?" There was a long pause while Poppa considered Kevin' problem. "Okay. If she catches during the first month, you can keep squirting your nasty old spooge into her until the month afore the baby pops out, but you got to treat her real good, and WE get to keep the baby, okay?" "Hot damn, Tom! Sounds good to me; I don't want no babies to keep. I just like making them. Deal?" "Okay, deal." They shook hands. "See you tomorrow morning, Kevin." "Can't we get started tonight?" "No way, Kevin, I got to talk to Amy, you know, get her used to the idea that my nasty dirty old best friend is going to stick his ugly old peter inside her cute little tummy and squirt her full of babies. You come back tomorrow just like we said." "I guess you're right," Kevin shrugged. "No need to scare the girl out a her wits. I'll see you tomorrow." I jumped up in Grandpa's arms the second Kevin was gone. "How cool is that, Poppa! I get to hump you - and Kevin too, and you get a new truck just for me having some fun? That's just like magic!" "It sure is magic, Honey. You have the magic, because you're such a beautiful girl. Except with Kevin, you got to act like it's your first time. Kevin always likes to think he's first. He wants to think HE made the cute little girl we started in your tummy last week. We can't let on that you and me been loving each other since you was ten. Okay?" "Okay, Poppa. That sounds like fun. How do I pretend it's my first time?" "Well, remember when it really was your first time? You got to act a little shy with Kevin. When he tries to put it in you, you got to squeeze real tight and make him work for it. Then you got to cry a little right at first, like it hurts the first time." "I didn't cry at all when it was my first time with you," I protested. "Yeah, but I know Kevin. He ain't very patient. He ain't going to go all slow and easy like I did to start. He's going to want to shove it in and hammer. He gets a little anxious when his boxers start getting tight." "Okay, Poppa. I'm going a make him think he just popped the freshest little cherry in seven counties." "That's my girl!" I knuckle bumped Poppa to show our agreement. Then he carried me off to bed, and squirted his hot thick creamy spooge into my pussy twice more, while I teased him about making a sister for his great granddaughter, before he rolled off me and we went to sleep. The next morning Kevin rolled up in the new truck afore we was done with our coffee. "Look, Tom, I washed the truck up real good for you, and I waxed her real shiny too." "Yep, Kevin. That truck sure looks nice. Well, you want to get started breeding Amy?" "Yeah, Uncle Kevin," I chimed in. "Poppa says you want to make a baby grow in my tummy. Is that true?" "It sure is, little Amy. You're the prettiest little thing I ever did see. Your old Uncle Kevin wants to breed you like a pack of dogs chasing a bitch in heat." "Poppa says you get to squirt your stuff in me every day `til I catch. He says you might even stick your thingy inside me after that too." "Yeah, it sure is right good of you to help out your grandpa like this," Kevin gushed. "You're such a good girl." "She sure is," Poppa agreed. "When did you start your last period, Beautiful?" "It started almost two weeks ago," I lied. "Hot damn, Tom!" "Amy, Honey, you go get yourself naked, and climb onto Grandpa's big bed. Kevin and I will be right behind you." I scurried off to Poppa's bed, pulling clothes off and dropping them along the way. I was way too curious what it would feel to have another man's boner squirting spooge all up inside my kitty. I heard Kevin and Poppa talking as I hopped on one leg, trying to pull off a sock and run at the same time. "What, Tom, you want to watch?" "What did you expect? It's her first time and all. I got to make sure little Amy is safe." "Okay, Tom, but don't YOU go making her pregnant any time in the next few weeks." Poppa held up his right hand as if he were swearing on a bible. "I promise I won't make Amy pregnant any time, from now on, until she has her first baby." I almost fell over, trying not to laugh while I was pulling off my clothes and running. Poppa had told his friend the exact truth! Seconds later, I was naked on Poppa's bed, and Kevin was at the door, hopping on one leg, trying to get his pants off too. He toppled over onto the bed beside me, and laughed like a little boy. His boner popped out and bobbed around like a spring-loaded hula girl on a dashboard, driving on a country road. It was still bobbing when he managed to get his shirt off. "Ooh, Uncle Kevin," I cooed. "It looks so big." "Oh yeah, Tom, that's what I like about little girls. I can still impress them." Then he turned to me, knelt between my legs. He looked funny with his skinny little boner curling up sideways and his socks still on. "I don't know if it's going to fit," I worried, looking as frightened as I could without blowing the whole thing by laughing. "Don't you worry none, Amy. It'll fit. They always fit, else wise, how would anybody have any babies? Anyways, babies are a whole lot bigger than my Peter." He lay down on top a me, fisted his thingy, and tried to push it in. Just like Poppa said, I clenched down tight and made Kevin work for it. Kevin did. He pressed so hard he slipped out sideways; then he cussed and tried again. I let him poke around at my opening for a minute more, before I let him get the tip wedged inside. "It hurts, Uncle Kevin." "'s okay, Amy. It only hurts the first time; then it feels good." "If you say so." I did my best to look worried, while Kevin humped, trying to pop a cherry that wasn't there. He slipped in another inch. "Owe! Uncle Kevin!" I let a tear dribble out a my eyes. "Sorry, Amy. Old Kevin needed to pop your cherry afore he can squirt you full of babies. It's okay. I'm ready to blow, so this won't take long at all, Girl." He started humping like a short jackhammer on steroids. It felt surprisingly good. The tip of his skinny tool was curled upward, and it was tickling my G spot like crazy. Maybe I'd even get a good come out of it, but twenty seconds later, he pressed all the way in to the hilt, his body got all stiff, and he blew his load like a firecracker. He got off two or three good squirts, grunting each time, and then he fell on the bed beside me, all breathing hard, like he'd just run a marathon. "Oh, Amy, that was SO darn good!" "Thank you, Uncle Kevin," I exclaimed, rolling on top of him and giving him a peck on the lips. "Does this mean I have a baby now?" "Well maybe, Amy," he huffed, still trying to catch his breath, "but we got to keep trying ever day, at least until we know for sure." I squirmed my small boobs around on the white hairs on his skinny chest. "Ooh, goody!" "Amy," Poppa said. "Why don't you get your clothes on, while Kevin catches his breath? We don't want him having no heart attack before he gets the baby started." "Yes, Poppa. Thank you, Uncle Kevin." I hopped off the bed and ran back the way I came, gathering up my clothes. Then I lingered in the hall, to hear what they had to say. "Oh, jeez, Tom," Kevin panted. "That was great! Your little Amy's got her the tightest little twat I ever did stick my old Peter into; and if `n I die of a heart attack, wow, what a way to go!" "Don't you worry none, Kevin. Sex makes your heart grow stronger. People who have lots of sex live longer. When you get done breeding Amy, you'll be all healthy again. You know what they say..." "What do they say, Tom?" "A squirt a day keeps the doctor away." "Well then, I guess I'll just have to find another little girl to breed, so's I can get myself a daily squirt." "Or maybe I might need something else." "Really, Tom?" "Yup. You're my best friend. We got to keep you alive a few more years. We'll see how it goes." It was so hot, to think I could get expensive stuff we needed, just by having fun, that I made Poppa pump me full of spooge three more times that night, just so's I could keep getting my goodies. I could always count on having a good time from Poppa. His big bad baby maker was at least twice as long and twice as thick as Kevin's. The thick part of his Johnson always pulled my clit into my hole, and hammered it helpless. I kept having endless orgasms, until I passed out from getting one too many. Then I woke up and made him do it again. While Poppa was busy working his not-quite-hard boner inside me for the third time that night, I had a wild and crazy idea. "Poppa, what about your friend Roy; maybe he'd like to `breed' me too? Kevin could `come' in the mornings, and Roy could `come' at night?" The idea must a been a good one, `cause Poppa blew his nut before he even got his thingy more than halfway inside a me. Darn. True to his word, Poppa let Kevin squirt in me every day until I was so big, I was sure I was going to pop any day. I also got to hump Roy and two other of Poppa's other friends. I was just thirteen when little Averi was born. I'd be twenty-three before she was old enough to breed. Then I got me another baby started by Poppa, while he negotiated his next trade with Kevin. Before Kevin passed on, we got all his shares in a mining company, some land that was sitting next to ours, and a big-ass Lincoln Town Car. Then he even left me his repair shop and everything else he ever had in his will. By the time I was partway through sixteen, I had me five darling daughters. I guess Poppa's nuts was making only little girl sperms. Anyway, me and my girls had way more than enough money to retire and do whatever we wanted to do, because Poppa had a lot friends who liked the idea of `breeding' a young and pretty girl like me. By the way, Poppa lived a long, long time, because `a squirt a day keeps the doctor away' and I always made sure Poppa got his daily squirt. --